One of my favorite meals is breakfast. I'll eat breakfast food pretty much anytime of the day. Here is a little poem about breakfast - actually, written as a kind of hymn to the tune of "A Mighty Fortress Is Our God."
Gazing at this galaxy, my eyes take in the splendor.
A warmth wells up inside of me, for soon this sight will render
Exactly what I need, and as I start to feed,
Upon this universe, I break the wretched curse
That night has cast upon me.
Clouds surround a glorious sun; a golden epicenter.
Celestial forms in orbit run. Into this race I enter.
Just after I have prayed, I grasp my skewer and blade.
Then launching into space, I stuff into my face
Creation's morning delicacy.
YUMMM!
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